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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Franke,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.