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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.