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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.