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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.