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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.