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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.