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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.