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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Nico,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.