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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.