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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.