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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.