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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.