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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.