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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.