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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.