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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.