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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.