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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.