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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.