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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.