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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.