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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Ludus,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.