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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.