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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.