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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Skarface,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.