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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.