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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
cv313,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.