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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.