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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.