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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
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.