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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.