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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Organ,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.