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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.