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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.