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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Franke,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.