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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.