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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.