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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.