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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Brick,
Quantec,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.