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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.