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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Move,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.