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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Can,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.