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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.