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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.