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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.