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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Japan,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Television,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.