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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.