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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Faust to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.