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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Saints,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.