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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Ossler,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.