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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.