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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.