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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.