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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Television,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.