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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.