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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.