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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.