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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.