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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.