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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.