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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.