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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.