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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.