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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
X-102,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.