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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.