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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.