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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.