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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.