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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.