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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.