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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.