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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Ossler 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Roxette,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.