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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 New Christs,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.