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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.