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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.