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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.