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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.