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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.