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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.