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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.