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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Visage,
UT,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.