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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.