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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Move,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.