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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.