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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.