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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.