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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.