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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Magma,
UT,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.