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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.