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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.