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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.