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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.