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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.