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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.