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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.