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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soft Machine 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.