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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.