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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Smog,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.