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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.