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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
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.