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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.