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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.