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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.