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 Rwanda 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.