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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.