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 Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.