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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.