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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.