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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.