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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.