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 and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.