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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
PIL,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Index,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.