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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.