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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
World's Most,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.