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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.