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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Scion,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.