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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.