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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.