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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.