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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.