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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.