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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.