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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.