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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.