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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.