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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Red Krayola to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.