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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.