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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Index,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.