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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.