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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.