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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Audionom,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.