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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.