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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.