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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.