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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.