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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.