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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.