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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.