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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.