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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Brick,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.