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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.