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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.