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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Index,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Television,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.