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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.