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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.