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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.