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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Busters,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.