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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.