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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.