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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.