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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.