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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Faust,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.