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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Names,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.