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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Slave,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.