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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.