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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.