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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.