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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.