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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.