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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.