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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
UT,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.