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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Smog,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.