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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.