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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.