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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.