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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.