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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Scion,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.