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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.