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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.