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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.