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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.