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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.