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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Can,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.