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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.