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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.