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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.