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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.