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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.