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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.