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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.