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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Erasure to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.