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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.