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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.