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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.