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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Crime,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.