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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Faust,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.