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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.