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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.