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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.