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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.