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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.