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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.