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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Gong,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.