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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.