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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.