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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
The Human League,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.