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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.