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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.