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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.