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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.