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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.