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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.