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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.