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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
AZ,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.