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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.