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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.