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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.