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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
UT,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Faust,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.