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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.