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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Remains,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.