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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.