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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.