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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.