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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.