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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Zapp,
MDC,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Symarip,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.