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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
New Order,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.