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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.