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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.