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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.