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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Nas,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.