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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.