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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.