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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.