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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.