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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.