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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.