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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.