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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.