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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.