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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.