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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.