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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 an oboe 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 J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.