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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.