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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.