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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.