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 China and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.