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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.