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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.