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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.