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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.