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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.