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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Index,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.