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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.