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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.