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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.