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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.