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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.