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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.