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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.