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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.