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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.