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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Pole to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.