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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.