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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.