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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.