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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.