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 Chad and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.