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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Skarface,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.