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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.