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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
the Association,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.