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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Television,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.