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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.