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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.