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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.