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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Oneida,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.