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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.