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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.