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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Swans,
Echospace,
The Move,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.