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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.