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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.