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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Lalann,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.