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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.