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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.