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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Can,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.