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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.