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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.