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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.