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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.