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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.