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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.