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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.