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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.