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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.