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 Canada 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.