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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.