Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.