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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.