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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.