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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Fear,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
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.