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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
The Fall,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.