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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.