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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Audionom,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.