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 Oman 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.