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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Index,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.