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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Magma,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.