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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Can,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.