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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.