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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.