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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.