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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.