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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Crime,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.