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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.