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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.