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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.