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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.