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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.