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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.