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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.