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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.