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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.