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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.