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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.