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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.