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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Scientists,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Scion,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.