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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.