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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.