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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.