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 China and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.