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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grey Daturas 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.