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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Can,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.