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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.