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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.