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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.