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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.