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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.