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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.