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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Names,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.