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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.