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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.