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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.