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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.