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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.