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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.