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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.