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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.