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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.