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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.