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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.