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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.