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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.