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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.