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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.