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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.