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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.