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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.