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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.