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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.