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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.