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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.