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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.