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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.