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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.