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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.