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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.