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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.