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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.