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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.