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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.