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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.