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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.