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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.