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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.