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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.