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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.