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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.