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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.