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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.