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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.