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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.