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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.