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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.