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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.