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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.