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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.