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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.