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 China and from Glasgow.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.