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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.