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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.