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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.