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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.