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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.