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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Television,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.