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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.