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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.