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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.