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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.