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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.