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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.