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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.