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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
DNA,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.