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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.