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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.