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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.