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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.