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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.