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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.