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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Darondo,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.