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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.