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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.