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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.