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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.