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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.