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 Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.