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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.