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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.