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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Brick,
the Association,
EPMD,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.