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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.