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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.