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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Index,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.