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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Can,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Crime,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Cure,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.