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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.