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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Intrusion,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Television,
JFA,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.