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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.