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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.