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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.