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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.