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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Move,
the Swans,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.