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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.