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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.