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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.