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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Slave,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.