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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.