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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.