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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.