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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.