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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.