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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.