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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Nas,
The Human League,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.