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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.