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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.