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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.