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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.