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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
UT,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.