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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.