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 Gambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.