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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.