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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 a-ha to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.