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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.