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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.