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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.