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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.