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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.