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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.