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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Angels of Light 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.