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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Aswad,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.