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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.