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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Index,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.