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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.