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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.