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 Mauritius 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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.