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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.