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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.