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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.