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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.