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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.