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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Index,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.