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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.