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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Visage,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.