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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
X-101,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.