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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Visage,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.