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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Scion,
New Order,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.