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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.