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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.