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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.