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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.