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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Standells,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.