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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Buckinghams to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Wire,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.