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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.