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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.