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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.