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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.