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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
AZ,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Zapp,
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.