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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.