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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.