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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.