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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.