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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Martian to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.