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 Colombia and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.