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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
AZ,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.