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 Barbados 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.