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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.