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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.