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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.