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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.