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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.