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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.