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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.