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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.