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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.