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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.