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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.