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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
ABC,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.