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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
X-102,
Nas,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.