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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.