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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.