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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.