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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.