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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.