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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.