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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.