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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.