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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.