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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
the Association,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.