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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.