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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.