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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.