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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Wire,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.