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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lalann,
Symarip,
PIL,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.