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 New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.