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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.