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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Standells,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.