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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.